Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.